The Louvre.Paris. Late at night. December. Butt-cold. More fun than I dreamed possible. It was a night that spanned snow, ice, 8 miles on foot, cognac and chocolate on the Champs Elysees at 2 a.m. and sights that defied both gravity and belief. It was... pure magic. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0) - Karen Hutton

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Waiting On The Corner of Here & There
Whenever someone asked her where she was from, she always answered:
"Oh, here and there."
She was evasive that way.
Not that she had anything to hide... she just liked sharing on her own terms, not theirs.

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Moss On Stone
I can't condone
Moss on stone
It's just a bone
I have to pick with you.

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Cour Napoleon, Louvre Museum
Paris in December. I was sent there for voiceover work. They even sent my husband along so I wouldn't have to go alone. Lovely! Def a quick turnaround, not much sightseeing time. And I had a bee in my bonnet about shooting at night. Nevermind that it snowed every day (and night) that we were there... heck, you'll stay warm if you just keep moving! Which we did. Covered 8 miles this night.

At the Louvre, it seems that if it's near freezing and close to midnight, you have the place to yourselves. I was focusing on a close up something or other, when my husband tapped me on the should and said "Look". I turned around and gasped. And shot.

And later... well, I highly recommend Le Deauville on the Champs Elysees for chocolate and cognac at 2 a.m.

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Francis & Babsy

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Rivers of Gold From the Heavens
A nice reminder to always look up, eh?

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The Corner of Brasserie & Chatelet Paris

It's coming up on a year since I visited Paris for the fist time. I went there to record voiceover for MotionX-GPS Drive (iPhone/iPad)... and it was a whirlwind trip. I've never actually missed a city before... but my goodness I miss Paris!

[she sighs. take a moment.]

So for the month of December, I'm just going to have to sprinkle my posts with some Paris goodness. You won't know where, you won't know when... and they won't all be masterpieces, they'll just be... moments that perhaps we'll enjoy together. I do loves me a moment ;-)).

PS... I know there isn't actually a corner of Brasserie and Chatelet. In fact, there's even a street sign that conveniently says Quai de la Mégisserie. I mention this just in case you felt the urge to make a correction. You can relax. Roll with it. We'll all have alot of fun, probably as we make up a bunch of stuff along the way!

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The Last Thing He SawSan Francisco, CA

It wasn't what he expected when he set out that night.
He saw a flash of light, but didn't feel anything.
Mostly it was the odd sensation of watching the world around him turn all sideways and the ground reaching up. Very odd, that. Just like in the books.

The last thing he saw were the sparkling lights on the buildings that reflected eerily off shiny paint... symbols amidst the beautiful graffiti... more art than graffiti, really... wow, that's really pretty.
Then it all went black.

He didn't see it when the angels lifted him up.
An old drunk did, but nobody believed the story.
All anybody knew was that when the police came, there was nobody there.

All HE knew was his life was just beginning.

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The Louvre.

Paris.

Late at night. December. Butt-cold.
More fun than I dreamed possible.
It was a night that spanned snow, ice, 8 miles on foot, cognac and chocolate on the Champs Elysees at 2 a.m. and sights that defied both gravity and belief.

It was... pure magic.

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